First Military Academy administrative office, tea room.
The stove was boiling water, which had just reached its boiling point. The lid of the kettle rattled as steam drifted from above the stove...
On the tea table, in a swan-necked vase, a bouquet of fresh flowers still beaded with water was placed. They were pale yellow daisies. Beside the vase, several round porcelain plates were neatly arranged, filled with baked cookies, tiramisu, and fragrant osmanthus cake...
This created a cozy and peaceful atmosphere in the tea room, however!
It was all an illusion!
The entire atmosphere of the tea room was rendered awkward by Hong Jiang, who held tea in his left hand and snacks in his right, chatting away constantly. His demeanor of eating as if every bite was a profit, drinking as if every sip was a bargain, and acting like he wasn't an outsider at all, was embarrassing.
